Yang Zhao stared at the familiar face and was stunned for a long time.
Chen Mingsheng retracted his palm slightly, pinched her waist, and said, "You don't recognize me?"
Only then did Yang Zhao come back to her senses. She stared at Chen Mingsheng, speechless in surprise.
Chen Mingsheng said, "What's wrong?"
Yang Zhao: "Why are you back!?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Can't I come back?"
"No..." Yang Zhao still didn't understand the scene, she opened her mouth, and after a long time, she said again: "Why are you back?"
Chen Mingsheng loosened his hands, leaned against the wall, pretended to be disappointed, and said, "Why, you don't want me to go back—"
Chen Mingsheng stopped after speaking halfway.
Because his mouth was gagged.
Yang Zhao held his cheek with both hands, and kissed him hard.
The wind and snow are falling, and New Year's Eve is approaching.
What was too late to say, all the words, as well as her thoughts, were all melted into the snow and this intense kiss.
Chen Mingsheng quickly responded to him.
Today's temperature is nearly minus 20 degrees, icy and snowy, and extremely cold. But the two people kissing each other in the corner felt so hot.
They hugged and stroked and kissed, but it still wasn't enough.
Under Yang Zhao's hands was Chen Mingsheng's muscular neck. Because of the fierce kiss, his neck tendons protruded. Under the warm skin, there was a cold and hard jacket collar.
In this dark corner, they kissed to the point of madness, to the point of forgetting love.
Yang Zhao pushed Chen Mingsheng away, his lips were a little hot, Yang Zhao slowly lowered his hand, and covered Chen Mingsheng's place gently through his sturdy trousers.
It was already swollen and swollen.
Chen Mingsheng's breathing became rough. He raised his hand, pressed Yang Zhao's wrist, and said in a hoarse voice, "What do you want..."
Yang Zhao's breath was also a little uneven, and she whispered, "What do you think?"
Although that hand was pulled by Chen Mingsheng, it was still pressed there. Sometimes the object was strong and powerful, but sometimes it was extremely fragile. Chen Mingsheng tried his best to control himself, but he couldn't do it at all. The hand covered his body through his trousers. He could feel the fingers sensitively. Whenever he thought of that scene, Chen Mingsheng couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly. Jaws.
Yang Zhao really likes to see his expression, this kind of patient and emotional expression.
She lowered her head, leaned on Chen Mingsheng's chest, and asked in a low voice, "That car is yours..."
Chen Mingsheng hummed.
Yang Zhao let go of his hand and pulled him. Chen Mingsheng was led by her to the side of the car while supporting himself on crutches.
"Open the door." Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng seemed to understand what Yang Zhao meant, and his eyes became darker.
"No need now..." He said in a calm voice, suppressing his emotions, "You are still eating the New Year's Eve dinner, Yang Zhao, I have to leave tomorrow, you-"
"Open!" Yang Zhao suddenly said loudly.
Chen Mingsheng shut his mouth and obediently opened the car door.
Yang Zhao helped Chen Mingsheng to sit in the back seat.
Before Chen Mingsheng's crutches were confiscated, Yang Zhao leaned over and untied his belt.
After the door was closed, Yang Zhao had already untied his belt.
Chen Mingsheng couldn't help it anymore, he took off his coat, he still didn't wear much, under a black jacket was a shirt, Yang Zhao pulled his shirt out from his belt, inadvertently revealing his strong belly . She couldn't help touching it. His lower abdomen was firm and powerful, and the lower it went, the more obvious the body hair was.
From under the opened shirt, she saw a black vest.
Yang Zhao paused slightly.
Perhaps, every relationship, every period of time, or every little story can find a carrying object. Like her dress, like his black vest.
Like the mountains in the south, like the snow in the north, like their smoke, like that bleak oil painting.
The soft, itchy touch made Chen Mingsheng's whole body tense up. He turned sideways, out of the way. Yang Zhao understood what he meant, and lay down gently on the chair.
Yang Zhao bent his legs and let Chen Mingsheng press him up. Chen Mingsheng was tall and couldn't perform well in this narrow room, but he lost a leg so that he could stick closer to the chair and press Yang Zhao tightly.
His left leg was curled up, stepping on the closed door.
The car was so small that they almost became one person. Chen Mingsheng put his hand on the side, and asked her in a low voice: "Is it heavy?"
Yang Zhao didn't speak, but shook his head vigorously. She tore open Chen Mingsheng's underwear with one hand, and the thick inside suddenly stood up. Yang Zhao raised his head, touched the strong piece with his hand, and tightly clamped Chen Mingsheng's body with his legs.
When Chen Mingsheng was touched by her like this, all his muscles tensed up. He leaned his elbow on Yang Zhao's ear, and said very patiently: "...Is it okay, now, now is it really okay?"
Yang Zhao didn't answer, she put her index finger on the thick root, raised her fingertips slightly, and stroked from the root to the head, with wrinkled soft skin, almost convulsed because of this stroke without warning.
Chen Mingsheng let out a low voice, gritted his teeth, and lifted Yang Zhao's skirt. Because he was either in the car or at home, the cold weather did not affect Yang Zhao's outfit. Under her skirt was a pair of smooth and white long legs.
There were buttons on the front of Yang Zhao's dress. Chen Mingsheng freed up a hand and tried to undo the buttons, but he couldn't undo them for a long time.
Yang Zhao seemed to be watching the excitement, and had no intention of helping at all.
She looked at the hand—a perfectly manly hand, with a broad palm and long fingers with prominent knuckles. She looked up again, and saw Chen Mingsheng looking at her.
His eyes were full of passion/desire, but also forbearance and helplessness. He said in a low voice, "...don't help me either."
Yang Zhao looked at him provocatively, and said teasingly, "If you want to touch it, you can untie it yourself."
Chen Mingsheng was helpless, he lowered his head, and padded his clothes with his chin, Yang Zhao's chest was lightly pressed against him, feeling a little itchy, she couldn't help giggling.
The button was unbuttoned, revealing Yang Zhao's white chest. She was wearing a dark green underwear, like old jade, which made her chest white and tender.
Chen Mingsheng changed his posture and said, "I'm going in..."
Yang Zhao put his arms around his neck, like an invitation.
Chen Mingsheng stepped forward.
Outside the car, the sound of firecrackers kept ringing. Through Chen Mingsheng's hair, Yang Zhao saw colorful fireworks exploding in the sky outside the window.
The inside of the car was narrow and dark, and it was a completely enclosed space. In this small place, Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng could wreak havoc with abandon.
Chen Mingsheng stepped on the car door and bumped into Yang Zhao's body. He kept his eyes open, looking at her face. He likes to see her expression when she is in love, and he likes to see her expression changed because of his actions.
Yang Zhao is different from all the women he has seen before, she won't hide it, and she doesn't bother to hide it. When she makes the decision to allow you to be dominant, she lets herself go.
Yang Zhao raised his waist, and cooperated with Chen Mingsheng. He hugged Chen Mingsheng's strong waist, and Chen Mingsheng's jacket was placed under her body. When he went up and down, the jacket made a harsh leather sound. In this small space, Like an aphrodisiac drug.
Chen Mingsheng looked at her expression, and his body grew bigger and bigger. He is frantic and forbearing, the woman in his arms, just looking at him, will also give him a rush of lust/desire.
He couldn't describe that feeling, the contradiction between indifference and enthusiasm, the compatibility of indifference and intensity. It was a tease, a foreboding look.
Chen Mingsheng contradicted him again and again, dripping with sweat. The car body shook slightly because of his movements. Yang Zhao raised one hand and pulled down Chen Mingsheng's trousers. Chen Mingsheng's voice was very heavy.
"Want to touch..."
He moved out a bit, trying to expose the right side of his body, but he was still inside Yang Zhao's body, and the space was too narrow. He tried several times, but he couldn't move away.
"No need." Yang Zhao said, she hugged Chen Mingsheng, and Chen Mingsheng's broad shoulders completely covered her.
"You come..." Yang Zhao said, "Don't worry about anything else, you come."
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head, hugged her, and kissed her. He turned his face sideways and put Yang Zhao's earlobe in his mouth. The thick wetness and viscous voice made Yang Zhao shrink his neck and groan.
Chen Mingsheng pushed hard a few times, and he couldn't stop growling.
Just when Chen Mingsheng's body was tightening and convulsing slightly to reach the peak, Yang Zhao's cell phone rang suddenly.
Chen Mingsheng stopped suddenly, the phone rang a few times, Chen Mingsheng held back his desire/desire, his face flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead were exposed, he gritted his teeth, his tone was broken.
"… catch!"
Yang Zhao pursed his lips, and the phone shook in front of Chen Mingsheng, the phone was still vibrating.
Chen Mingsheng pushed hard, "... quick answer!"
Yang Zhao stopped teasing him, she picked up the phone and calmed herself down.
"Hello?"
Over there was Yang Zhao's mother. She asked Yang Zhao, "Xiao Zhao, aren't you at home? Why can't I find you?"
Yang Zhao said, "Well, I just came out to do some shopping."
Yang's mother said: "Why don't you tell mom, what do you want to buy?"
Yang Zhao said, "I'm in the supermarket outside, and I'll be back soon."
During Yang Zhao's phone call, her gaze fell on Chen Mingsheng's patient gaze, and Chen Mingsheng also looked at her. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to change, as if there was a hint of a joke.
When Yang Zhao was about to speak again, Chen Mingsheng gently pushed her back.
Yang Zhao's voice changed, and he immediately covered his mouth.
Mother Yang was a little strange, "Xiao Zhao?"
Yang Zhao glared at Chen Mingsheng, and Chen Mingsheng raised his chin slightly in response.
Yang Zhao smiled silently, and said to the phone, "I'll be back soon, don't wait for me."
Mother Yang said, "Okay, then hurry up."
"Um."
Putting down the phone, Yang Zhao put his arms around Chen Mingsheng's neck and lifted his body up. She stuck to Chen Mingsheng's ear and whispered, "Chen Mingsheng, you bastard..."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Really."
After the crazy orgasm, Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao hugged each other tightly.
Yang Zhao lost his strength slightly, and she pressed against Chen Mingsheng's chest, saying, "I'm going back."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Yes."
Yang Zhao said, "What about you?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "I'll wait for you outside."
Yang Zhao stroked the back of his head, and she felt a little sad in her heart.
She wanted to bring him into the house, to introduce him to the whole family.
But she knew it couldn't.
When she really did this, the laughter and laughter in the room would stop in an instant, and everyone would look at him with wonder and puzzlement.
She can't stand it.
Yang Zhao buttoned his clothes, took out a bunch of keys from his coat pocket, and put them in Chen Mingsheng's hands.
"Wait for me at home," she said.
Chen Mingsheng held the key, "No, I'll just wait here—"
"Wait for me at home." Yang Zhao said, "The code for the unit door is 9231, and the code lock for the main door is 4763."
"4763?" Chen Mingsheng smiled meaningfully when he heard the string of numbers.
j4763
The reason they met, his license plate number.
Yang Zhao leaned over, kissed the corner of his lips, and said softly, "Wait for me when you go home."
home, go home.
Come home and wait for me.
Chen Mingsheng's tough guy almost made his eyes warm because of this simple sentence.
Fireworks and snow drift together.
New Year's Eve is here.
New Year is here.